July 22nd 2012 4:03 pm
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I refused to eat again this morning but did go on a short walk. I am drinking alot of water and peeing good. My stools are mushy and yellow. Not sure why that is. I was having diarrhea and took an antibiotic for a week. It helped but now the stools are again getting mushy. If Rio could eat human food he would. I did try hamburger and rice but he did not like that either. I am going to talk to my vet tomorrow and get him in for some more lab test to see if the kidney values are improving and what the liver is now doing. Two weeks ago the liver values were improved but the kidney values were elevated. The vets said if the kidney values continue to rise there is not much that can be done. They told me in the beginning that his kidneys were enlarged and that he had polycystic kidneys. He has already beat the odds and lived longer than they thought he would. He already is on azodyl for his kidneys and Zinc for the copper storage syndrome. Tonight he ate his food and I praised him to the moon and back. I love my boy so much. Thank you Margo for trying to help Rio. I appreciate it so very much. Pat..Rios mom.
July 21st 2012 8:39 am
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I continue to fight...but some days are good, some not so good. Mommy still has to hand feed me in the mornings. This is so wierd...because at night, I will usually eat on my own. I am on alot of medicines, zinc,milk thistle,sam e, vitamin e and azodyl. Mom thinks the zinc is upsetting my tummy yet I have to have it for the copper storage syndrome. I am really interested in human food, but I have to be on a special diet. Mommy is wondering if I just hate the food? She usually puts boiled chicken, yougurt anything she can think of that I can have but sometimes nothing works. Its a battle taking medicines I need, yet keeping my tummy not to upset to eat. I played this morning for alittle while with my favorite squeeker toy and then mommy took me on a short walk. I did not want to go very far. Mommy is not sure if I grow tired or what is going on; but my walk is about a block and then I turn around and let her know that is as far as the Rio boy is going. I continue to need your chants and prayers. I thank each of you for staying with us through this fight. I am trying not to leave my mommy I know she needs me as much as I need her. We love each other so much.
**** a side note from my mommy
I was trying to get my sweet boy to eat the other night and he tried to attack me. It was just for a moment but I guess I pushed him to far trying to get him to take his medicines. Rio has always had issues since I brought him home. I truly believe someone beat Rio and was very mean to him before he came into my life. He hates men with grey hair and will not let anyone he does not know walk into the house. It is frustrating because he acts hungry but then refuses to eat turning his nose up to everything. If he could eat what I eat he would scarf it down. Unfortunately he has to be on a very special diet that requires his liver to receive no copper. Most foods have copper in them. If anyone has any knowledge on a diet low in copper that can be made by me I would truly appreciate any advice. I have done research but there is not much out there. Thanks for your continued support and kindness. Rio and Pat
July 17th 2012 8:33 am
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I continue to struggle but this one is tough. Usually I bounce back by now...but this time I continue to refuse to eat unless mommy hand feeds me. I am trying but I can see the worry and fear in mommies heart. I heard her crying last night...she is so scared that this battle may not be won. We need your prayers. Continue our chant...Never give in.......Never give up.....you gotta fight fight fight. I wuff each of you.....Rio
July 8th 2012 3:22 pm
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Mom is very worried. I am not eating or taking my medicine the way I should. This morning she was up at four am cooking me hamburger and rice. I ate a little of it but not very much. I finally took my medicine but I am just not my old self. I saw tears on moms face again this morning. I hate it when she is sad. I am fighting.....so keep the chants and prayers coming. You never know about the Rio...I have fought back from lab values worse than the ones on Friday. I NEED you all......Never give in......Never give up...you gotta fight fight fight. Love and paw hugs..Rio
July 7th 2012 6:55 am
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When mommy brought me to the vet for my first vet check after rescuing me..they told her to send me back. I was diagnosed with polycystic kidneys. Well, Mommy could not do it. She knew I had been badly abused..and she knew if she gave me back I would be PTS without being given the chance to live. I was only seven months old. Well since that day mommy has fed me special foods and given me all the vet care and love she could to keep me with her. Its now been nine years. Since my first diagnosis, I developed copper storage syndrome on top of the polycystic kidneys. That was a little over a year ago. I was doing as well as I could but now I am not eating and the vet check yesterday was not good news. My kidneys are acting up again and mommy is so afraid she is going to lose me. Her heart can not take another loss right now. See she just lost her beautiful Lexey in June..very tragic and without warning. Her heart has not healed from that and I am worried what will happen to mommy if I leave her. So please keep the Rio boy in your prayers. Mommy says I am her life...and the tears I see flowing show me she is so very worried. I am fighting...but I do not know how much longer my kidneys will keep working. My motto........Never give in..never give up......you gotta fight fight fight. I love my mom and she loves me so very much. So pray hard and chant my motto...just maybe things will get better with your help. Wuff, Rio
October 17th 2010 11:54 am
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My brother left us and our hearts are broken. He was more than a friend, more special than any words can describe. I have tried to put down in words what is in my heart..but the sorrow runs to deep. So I am gathering all angels to watch over my brother Willie. Take care of him and comfort him until I can meet him at the bridge. Be sure to give him all the special things he loved and let him see through the stars each night as I find his the brightest one...let him feel my love. Bring comfort to his mommy Joni, for she misses him so much. We reach our paws out and surround her with all our love.
Willie and I have know each other almost from the start of our joining dogster. He has been there for so many and given to each so very much. I cannot even tell you how much he has given to me, Rio his brother. I can never repay him or Auntie Joni for what they gave to me. His heart was bigger than his body because of his loving and generous spirit. He was what made the journey on this website so very special. He was what kept me coming back. I can not even begin to describe how much he means to us and how he became such a big part of our lives. He may be gone from this earth, his body not here...but his heart and spirit will live on inside each heart that he touched. He probably never even knew how many grew to love him.
We will get through this...but it will not be the same. Life goes on but the heart sometimes stops at a special moment because he was the only one who could fill that moment, that spot. So our hearts are sad and broken into a zillion pieces but with each memory it will slowly heal. Thats what Willie would want. He would want us to remember his journey in life not the end. So each night we will find Willies star and we will continue to send our love to him. I just know he can still feel our hearts beating and he will wiggle butt dance in the stars each night with Rio.
So it is not goodbye sweet Willie. It is and will always be our hearts beating as one. You our my brother, my heart and my special little angel now. Play with all the angels I have gathered there for you. Just remember...I am your brother and someday sweet one we will wiggle butt dance with paws joined at the land of Rainbows. Until that time...chase those pesky squirrels, eat all the treats you want but each night..gather with the angels and look through the stars, because I will be there sending you all my love. Rio...wiping tears not believing his Willie has left. We are so very sorry Auntie Joni. We love you so much. Rio, Lexey and Pat
August 5th 2010 9:06 am
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I met a little Yorkie through this beautiful site. His name is Willie. Well Willie became to mean so very much to mommy and to me. He is my brother...My heart brother and he has given me so much strength and laughter and joy...that there is not one thing on this earth that I would not do for him.
My brother is now fourteen. Not old enough. He needs to live another fourteen years. Right now he is not feeling well and is losing strength. Please for me and for my Willie...pray hard and Send all your POTP to him.
Willie has touched so very many hearts. He has been there for all of us for so many things. If you read this Willie..I wuff you so much. Please fight for me and for Auntie Joni. If you need anything...please let us know.
we love you both and we always will. As I gaze at the stars each Kansas night..I pray hard and I send you all my love through the stars!! POTP and member always...Our bond will last forever and ever and ever. I wuff you Willie. Rio...holding out his paw and praying hard for my bestest friend in the World.
September 3rd 2009 10:21 am
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When mommy became a member of this dogster site, it was to write about Sophie Marie. You see her heart was broken and she needed somewhere to put down how much she meant to her and how much all of us furkidz meant to her. She did not know how many friends we would meet and how much they would come to mean to her. Many days are filled with laughter and joy...lately there have been alot of tears. Many of my friends are sick and now the news that my golden girl Sadie Boo may be leaving us has broken our hearts.
Mommy calls our new friends her heart family. They are so dear to us that they become a part of our extended family. When they laugh we laugh and cheer and wiggle butt dance with joy. When their hearts are worried or are breaking...ours are right there beside them. Lately there have been way to many tears. Yet, we know the reason we cry is because we love all of them so very much. We may never meet, we may never speak in person....but the journey we share with each of you is as close to our hearts as any that we share.
We pray for our Golden girl Sadie Boo. We are right with her in spirit sharing her final days. We just did not know how much we would grow to love each and every doggie that shares their life with us. Gods blessings will hopefully guide us through the heart breaks. Through the rainbows...there will always be sunshine yet today is a day full of sadness. We share the pain, and can only hope they know how much we care. Rio...wiping tears...praying hard for our Sadie Boo.
August 17th 2009 7:58 pm
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After my last vet visit mommy was sad. The vet started me on a new supplement and told mommy we would wait and see what my lab values were after a couple of weeks on it. You see I have a disease called polycystic kidneys. Its a battle to keep me well and happy. We thought after my last vet check that we were losing this battle. Well............the results came tonight and my kidney values are much improved along with my liver Alt. Mommy was so happy she wiggle butt danced in the vets office. Boy did she cause a scene. Everyone started wiggle butt dancing with her and laughing. You see....my vet has grown to love the Rio boy. Well who wouldn't. I am such a good boy and mommy says I am even handsome. So tonight..all is well in my life. Mommy can rest tonight and have dreams of me being around for a long time. To all my friends who pray for me and chant and send the POTP...it is working. The Rio plans to hang around for a long time. Never give in..Never give up....fight fight fight. Rio....sending his love and thanks to all who help me in this fight. I could not do it without each and every one of you.
Now for a special request...one of my favorite wittle dog friend is very sick. Her name is Sophie Bean. We have grown to love this little girl and she is fighting an unknown enemy that is making her very sick. So please...join my paw and pray hard for her. It would mean the world to us. We are so worried about her and we know...if everyone prays....miracles can happen. Thank you for helping me pray for my special friend Sophie Bean. Wuff, Rio
August 7th 2009 8:51 pm
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I got this in an email today. It brought tears to my eyes. I do not know if it is a true letter or not...but it made me think about all the sacrifices those in the military make for all of us. As a dog lover I can only imagine what it must have felt like to leave your dog behind. Not knowing if you would return. If you read this....get the tissues because it will break your heart...
To: Whomever Gets My Dog --
They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen.The shelter was clean, and the people really friendly.
I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to.
And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must've thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. But it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes. I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell.
The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff.
I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter. I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most
enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that?? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down.? With his back to me.
Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.
But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too.
"Okay,Reggie, " I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice.".... .....
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner.
I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls...the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn' ....t??matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads.? I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands.? Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones - "sit," "stay," "come," "heel. " He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left.? "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business. I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening.
Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet.
Good luck getting him in the car - I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time.
I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you....
His name's not Reggie.
I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie.? He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn't bear to give them his real name.? For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything's fine. But if someone else is reading it, well... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank.
Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could've left Tank with... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter... in the "event"... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed.? He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting too downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. But still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tankin order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough.
I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter.
I don't think I'll say another?good- bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time.
Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank.
Give him?a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me."
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
"C' mere boy."
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.? He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.
"Tank," I whispered. His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him.
I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me."?
Tank reached up and licked my cheek.?
"So whatdaya say we play some ball?" His ears perked again.
"Yeah?? Ball?? You like that???Ball? "
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back......
he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
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